Harry Styles Imagines

He Takes You and Darcy Out (His POV)

As we got closer and closer yet to the exit of the shop, the sound of screams got louder. Y/N, my wife of 10 months, held tight to my shirt. I held my baby girl, Darcy, in my arms. At only 6 months old, the noise was beginning to frighten her. It was the first time we had taken her out in public since her birth. She wailed on as we reached the door. Both of my girls were scared, even Y/N. Y/N had never been this scared, but this crowd was big, bigger than usual. A noise of discomfort escaped her lips, and I soothed my wife by holding Darcy in only one arm, and pulling Y/N to my side with the other. I kissed her temple, "We'll be alright, hun."

"What about Darcy?" She said, looking worriedly at our daughter.

"I'll do anything to make sure she's untouched." I assured her.

She nodded with fear in her eyes, "M-Me too."

Paul then opened the door for us and shoved a path for us to get through. Darcy was screaming. I held her face into my shoulders to keep the flashes from hurting her eyes. "Shh, baby. Daddy's here. I won't let them get to you, baby."

Y/N gently rubbed her head to get her to calm down and stop straining to look up. I hated it. How dare they be this aggressive when they know that Darcy is just an infant. How dare they frighten my daughter, making her cry helpless tears. The worst part of it was, that I couldn't do anything about it. Despite every little sweet nothing I whispered to her, nothing could make her stop. Then I thought that this would always be her life. Because of me, my little girl would never get any privacy. She'd get the hate, the life of a celebrity. I never wanted any child of mine to carry that burden, but there would never be any way around it.

Before long, we were situated in the car. I was mad at that point. Y/N was rubbing my shoulder, probably taking notice. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration and closed my eyes.

"Harry, it's okay. We're alright, like you said we would be." Y/N said in a caring tone. She then looked back at Darcy in her car seat. "She's okay, Harry. We did everything we could."

"I know," I sighed, "I just hate how this madness, this daily harassment. is going to turn into her life. I don't want her to experience all the awful hate and pressure that you and I do. I want her life to be better than ours."

She smiled and brought my face to meet her lips. "Her life will be better than ours," She said, "I know that because I never had a dad like you. You're great at singing, Harry, one of the best in the world, but you know what you're even greater at? Being Darcy's father."

I smiled, "I really love you, Y/N."

"And I really love you, too."

"See Darcy?" I turned around and looked at my baby girl. She was content now. Not happy again, but content. "This is what a perfect little family looks like. I play the loving father, Mummy plays the beautiful, amazing, caring mother, and you play the sweet, gorgeous baby daughter. We all fit together, darling. Never forget that."